This time, the old slippery head didn't play tricks, reached out and pulled the leather rope between him and Tang Yi, and said:

"Master, the old man is reckless, but there is a way to steal, I will never be treacherous and break the rules of our foreign eight elements. You don't have to worry that I will take the opportunity to take revenge on Tang Ye, you know in your heart that my legs and feet are inconvenient, whether I am dead or alive, it is all up to the two of you. ”

The old guy is really good at grasping the point, and I was worried just now that he would take the opportunity to take revenge on Tang Yi because of personal vendetta.

He has a superb rope skill in one hand, and the leather rope he carries with him is not an ordinary object, I absolutely believe that even if Tang Yi and I tie the rope to death, he can untie the two of us with just a shake of his hand. If that's the case, Tang Yi, who is the bait, will inevitably bear the brunt of the disaster.

But the old slippery head made it clear that he was unable to move in the lower half, and if he wanted to go out, he could only rely on me and Tang Yi. This time, the three of them are really grasshoppers on a rope, and no one can do without anyone.

Seeing that the words had been cleared, the old slippery head waved his hand and said, "Let's go, you have to be careful every step of the way." ”

Although I still don't fully understand the situation at this time, I already feel that my breathing is starting to become less smooth than before. I knew in my heart that the air below was not enough for the three of us to breathe for too long, so they could only be blind people touching the elephant, and they would take one step at a time.

Seeing Tang Yi gesturing behind me, I thought about it and signaled him to keep out again, turned around and looked into the depths of the cave with a flashlight, and whispered to the old slippery head:

"I saw a pair of eyes peeking at us just now, what do you think it could be?"

"I don't know, I don't dare to say it, and I can't talk nonsense." The old slippery head tightened the leather rope around his waist, "You just have to explore the way ahead, be more careful yourself, if there are really any demons and evils, I will definitely pull my hand to help." ”

"Okay."

The tunnel was not spacious, so I didn't choose to squat, but crawled forward on my knees.

"Master Tang, from now on, try to reduce your breathing as much as possible, and then listen to my orders." The old slippery head said.

He had difficulty moving and could only climb with his arms, but fortunately he had a good hand in his hands, and I inserted a knife in his right shoulder, which also left room for him, so it was not difficult to crawl.

Tang Yi didn't speak again, and it did sound like he was deliberately controlling the rate of breathing.

I used a flashlight and climbed forward about five or six meters, and I saw that Tang Yi's uncle's dart was thrown on the ground.

I was worried that I didn't have anything to do, so I picked it up. For the convenience of movement, I couldn't care about burying it, so I directly bit my uncle's dart in my mouth.

I had seen that this tunnel did not look like it was dug by hand, and after climbing for a while, I confirmed this even more. I can't help but be even more suspicious, to say that the first thing we see when we come here is a large swarm of rats. But I don't think that this hole was made by rats, a rat burrowing is just an instinct to avoid danger, and ordinary rats will not burrow so deeply; Besides, if this hole was really made by a mouse, how big the would it have to be? If there really is a rat as big as a human, if it encounters it, it will not bite people to death, but also scare people to death!

The old slippery head is a shepherd, and he has been holding back the treasure for most of his life, and he can't tell the origin species of this mass of fairy meat here, I think it's also in vain, so I just follow the limited common sense, and try to determine the approximate location of each line further. But after climbing for a while, some of my previous judgments were completely overturned.

In fact, the meaning of the old slippery head is very clear, the space where the fairy meat exists is not a whole, but runs through the staggered underground tunnels. Including the cave where we are now hosting, it is the range of immortal meat's activities underground, but the volume of immortal meat is not enough to completely fill all areas.

The location where we came down should theoretically be a branch of the cave that goes up and down relatively straight up, or one of the entrances and exits of the fairy meat to the ground. It is not easy to climb out of that hole. I had to find another entrance.

When I followed Victor to the kitchen, I saw two suspicious points. One is the pile of firewood and grass in the corner, and the other is the cupboard next to the stove. According to Wittana, the rats in the mountains also have the habit of not eating the grass next to the nest, so it can be roughly determined that the cupboard may be the same as the firewood and grass pile, and there is a hole below.

However, it is judged according to the habits of rats, and since the cave does not look like it was dug by rats, this judgment may not be valid.

This is where the doubts in my heart lie, from the surface of the ground, the straight-line distance between the firewood and straw pile and the cupboard is no more than five meters at most, and although we are moving slowly, we have traveled nearly twenty meters. How big is the kitchen? Why haven't you found any other entrances and exits? Not even a branch fork?

I finally couldn't help but take off my uncle's dart from my mouth and asked in a low voice, "Old man, why do I think something is wrong?" ”

The old slippery head was a little out of breath and said: "I can see, we have been going around in circles all along!" ”

"Going around in circles?" I simply stopped, "Isn't it?" We're always moving forward, aren't we? ”

The old slippery head snorted: "That's the feeling, I thought it was moving forward, but in fact it was not moving forward, it was going in circles, and it was going in circles down." ”

I was confused for a while, and subconsciously drew a circle on the ground with my uncle's dart in my hand, and suddenly reacted, "This hole in the ground is a screw?" ”

The old slippery head said, "That's right! It's just going down in a whirl! The old slippery head leaned against the wall of the cave and wiped the sweat from his face.

Tang Yi held his breath from time to time all the way, the hardest work compared to the two of us, and finally couldn't help but take a deep breath and said, "If that's the case, aren't we getting farther and farther away from the ground?" ”

The old slippery head didn't shut him up this time, he turned his eyes in silence, bent down steeply, and said with both hands: "It's really not good, you have to fight." ”

Tang Yi and I asked at the same time, "What do you mean?" ”

"Master Tang, from now on, you will shout at the top of your voice, how hard you shout!"

The old slippery head said a word, and then raised his chin at me, "Master, you don't care about anything, just climb forward." Starting from Tang Ye's shouting of the first voice, how much strength to climb forward! Whether the old man can survive or not depends on the two of you! ”

Although his words were not clear, I could hear that there was a sense of confidence in his words, and I knew that he had probably thought of some tricks, but it was inconvenient to elaborate on them now.

At this time, I already felt that my choked chest was like a blockage of cotton, and I knew that although the space in this underground tunnel was not small, the turbid air flow would never be able to support the breathing of the three of us for too long. Even if you don't ask more, you grit your teeth and get ready to sprint with both hands.

I turned my head to look at Tang Yi through the old slippery head, and saw Tang Yi take a few breaths, and shouted at the top of his throat:

"Lao Slippery is the first dog's day, Lao Tzu is an ancestor of eight generations!"

I couldn't help but want to laugh when I heard him burst into such a voice, but before I could laugh, I felt a sudden tremor from the four walls......